In which a movie reveals its emotional core through pretending it doesn't have one, or rather by papering over a heart with static and irony, for us to peel back at our leisure. Tony Scott must have known eventually people would sift through this and find him under the cigarette ash and sunburn and cracked neon. Well I did. And it was worth it. I spent so many years afraid of this movie and it turns out it's actually…

I enjoyed sections of this and I respect Kajganach's attempt to write a new movie, I just then wish they had confidence enough in his writing to call it something other than Suspiria, because then Guadagnino wouldn't have been so terrified of aping it.

Maybe it's me but there's something kind of cheap and tawdry about giving your character a sort of accentuated handicap and playing it for scares? The treatment of Charlie broke the spell the movie attempts to cast in the first ten minutes. She produces a chocolate bar from her pocket that neither parent knows the origins of, hinting that she's one of those magic children movies love that just does things to which the parents of a heavily troubled…

So I watched Patton Oswalt's new special Annihilation this morning. It's hysterical, of course, the guy's comedy has always made me laugh, but there's something more profound and special about the new one. I saw him perform stand-up last year with my dad, who first showed his stand-up to me, and we saw most of his material about grieving his wife in person, an incredible, terrifyingly raw and intimate experience. I can only imagine watching Zulawski direct Isabelle Adjani…